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Arizona, land of parched landscapes, slow evolution and cactus. Weather is predicable, hot, dry, scorching, dry, cool, dry. Yet during the summer we enjoy cataclysmic brief respite from this status quo.

<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/davidandmelinda/4926248807/" title="0824101510 by Melinda and David, on Flickr"><img src="https://farm5.static.flickr.com/4138/4926248807_32ae210b60_z.jpg" width="640" height="480" alt="0824101510" /></a>

Tempests blow in, bringing wind, lightning, thunder and sometimes even rain. Rain comes in walls when it comes, light and dusty, heavy and drenching, inches per hour. Sometimes it comes in ice form, cold and stinging, hard and painful. Sometimes it blows horizontally under your glasses, around your glasses, in your ears and sometimes it comes with such force it rends limbs from trees, terrifying in all of natures fury, sky splitting with the rain and forces of lightning and wind. Dry river washes, dormant dirty pathways through the city now flow like rivers.

<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/davidandmelinda/4926249019/" title="0824101655 by Melinda and David, on Flickr"><img src="https://farm5.static.flickr.com/4074/4926249019_6447eb699a.jpg" width="640" height="480" alt="0824101655" /></a>

City streets flow like streams, eagerly evacuating water to the now overwrought washes, compounding the deluge downstream. Each bloated with runoff and a back log of cars. Cars drive gingerly, bike lanes under 6" of water. I pedal gladly, foot dipping on each pedal stroke.

<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/davidandmelinda/4926844706/" title="0824101657 by Melinda and David, on Flickr"><img src="https://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/4926844706_2697e30482_z.jpg" width="640" height="480" alt="0824101657" /></a>

Pushing upsteam I feel like I am flying, standing over my bike, cranking away, water hitting each foot pushing against it, like being at the beach as the ocean washes out only for endless miles. Cars wait behind me so as not to soak me, generously appreciated but too late for I am fully soaked. Water runs places I can't imagine it could. Each stop sees water pouring out of my shoes, glug, glug, glug.

<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/davidandmelinda/4926844914/" title="0824101658 by Melinda and David, on Flickr"><img src="https://farm5.static.flickr.com/4095/4926844914_aedaf61e34_z.jpg" width="640" height="480" alt="0824101658" /></a>

Some cars think the bike lane is less deep, venture in with me, I am ok with this, but the bike lane she is not less deep. In fact she is deepest, with hidden bumps, debris and tree limbs waiting to bite the unexpecting interloper. I hold my bar lightly, on the tops like I am ascending an epic hors categorie climb. Waiting for that hit at the bars, that jolt. I stay loose over the saddle, let my legs do the work of propulsion and support. They tire but the water at the low spots is temporary.

<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/davidandmelinda/4926249683/" title="0824101658a by Melinda and David, on Flickr"><img src="https://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4926249683_08650308b1_z.jpg" width="640" height="480" alt="0824101658a" /></a>

Soon this wave of the storm soldiers on, and the pavement is just wet, the deluge and light show over, pink floyd fading into the distance. My cheeks no longer sting from driving rain and hail and I am home. The storm continues into the night and I had a very rare gloriously different ride home in the Old Pueblo.
 

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Wow! That's crazy riding :).
 

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bane said:
how on earth did your camera survive?
it was my cellphone. I realized when I was quite soaked that it wasn't in fact in the relative safety of my timbuk2 bag but still in the strap mounted cell phone holder I had. It was thoroughly soaked so I thought "well if it is gonna die I might as well take it our and snap some picts."

So it did and thankfully it still works today.
 

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IIRC the hardest rain I ever saw happened in Bisbee AZ. I was there for the Tour DE Bisbee. I live in Ohio & I've never seen rain like that before or since. Fortunately, I was safely bunked in on the 2nd floor of the Copper Queen Hotel.
 
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